Monday, 7 June 2021

BOOK REVIEW: Secret Lands, Petrol Clams, And A Bagful Of Bolivar. by Sharon Cracknell.



TITLE: Secret Lands, Petrol Clams, And A Bagful Of Bolivar
AUTHOR; Sharon Cracknell
PUBLISHER: Cranthorpe Millner.

A travel diary detailing escapades in foreign lands which most of us wouldn’t dream of setting foot in!
  My interest was immediately ignited. Sharon Cracknell has written an entertaining anecdotal account of her travels to places the typical traveller might avoid.

With multiple predicaments to overcome and unconventional difficulties to surmount, she travels to far-flung challenged climes such as Ethiopia, Tanzania and Cuba. She takes in Venezuela, a land of food shortages and unemployment, where hospitals are starved of medicine and where was difficult to travel around in due to the economic crisis since 2014. 

She adds Columbia to her travel list, a dangerous, violent country where shootings and bombings, kidnappings and drug wars are the norm. The local currency, the Bolivar, an almost worthless currency, funds jaunts such as cycling in Caracas taking in a five hour tour of the infamous slums of 23 de Enero and paragliding over Chicamocha Canyon. She cites Caracas as being well-known for the ruthless drug lord, Pablo Escobar, a brutal man responsible for killing thousands of people including politicians, journalists and ordinary citizens, notorious now elsewhere in the world due to the popularity of US Crime Series, Narcos.

After visiting the ‘Stans’, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan and Turkmenistan, she ventures into North Korea via Beijing where she eats clams doused in petrol from a barbeque (and survives!) and goes shopping in Kwangbok Department Store (a personal bucket list ambition) before managing to hide some of the local currency (the North Korean Won) so that she can take it illegally back home.

After attending the Mass Games in Pyongyang, with special guest Kim Jong Un in attendance, she enjoys the delicacy of dog meat soup before setting off for Africa where she visits the most hostile desert on earth, the Danakil Depression, near the border of Eritrea. She takes in Uhuru Peak, Tanzania and Mount Toubkal, Morocco’s highest peak.

She then sets her sights on Havana, Cuba, where she ventures to Guantanamo Bay, the US naval base-come-prison used many years to house Muslim militants and suspected terrorists. But it wasn’t all foot-slogging around Cuba’s infamous landmarks. She enjoys a visit to the Buena Vista Social Club in Santiago de Cuba in the old French quarter of Tivoli, which houses Fidel Castro’s tomb. Whilst practicing her Spanglish, she was transported back to a time of vibrancy of Havana’s nightclubs during the 1940s, whilst drinking Cuba Libres and Mojitos.

Afterwards she enjoys listening to musicians on the streets of old Havana whilst reminiscing about the many bribes, gifts, back-handers and bungs (call them what you will) she has had to instigate to get around the many unusual countries she has visited.

This travel diary is an insightful account of a Yorkshire lass, who visited these remote countries with limited knowledge of their native tongue, only just being able to order food and ask directions acceptably. She recalls her travels with hilarity and wit and keeps the pages alive with entertaining stories which are incongruous whilst remaining informative.

Reviewer - Anne Pritchard.

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